A/N: It's gonna get really dark soon. Soon. That's all I know. I know what
I want to happen, I just don't know when. It's hard to balance darkness
with love, you know?
AthenaPeter: The chapter you reviewed was the prologue. I don't know it you read further, so I can't say anything but I think that there is more conversations. Characterizations are touch for me to do right, except for my own characters or when I'm deliberately screwing around with them. And what are you talking about, 'the soul-change thing'? I don't understand what you mean. The reincarnation?
da Twickstar: Yes, Aragorn's been reincarnated as an Elf. This is mostly because it's so rarely done and I wanna be special! I'm sorry if that's confusing, but there's something in the future of the story that this works out very well for! ^_- Um. . .Even though he's an Elf, he looks the same as he did in the movie, beard and all.
Um, pretty much everybody's been reincarnated. Saruman, Sauron, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam. . .everyone. Some never died, some have been reborn. They all look the same as in the movie! You know, Sam with his slight, adorable chubbiness, Frodo w/ his big, pretty, baby blues, Merry and Pippin w/ their crazy Hobbit hair, Saruman w/ his freaky nails, scary face, and girly hair. Gandalf's isn't girly though!!!! Gandalf's is cool! So is Legolas's and Elrond's and Aragorn's! Oh yeah, Boromir's alive too!
Thank you both for reviewing! And now, on with the story!
"Attack! We're under attack!" The alarm went up and every Dunadan capable of wielding a weapon grabbed one and went to fight.
Aragorn sighed. Who was it this time? Rivendell, Lothlorien, Mirkwood, any combination of them, the Uruk-Hai of Isengard and the also reincarnated Saruman, or the Orcs of Mordor and the also newly reincarnated Sauron?
"It's Elves!" That ruled Sauron and Saruman out. Maybe he could reason with them. He grabbed Anduril and walked out to see.
"~Hold your fire!~" Aragorn called to the archers ready to pick off whoever they could. Aragorn took a look and groaned. There were so many! How could they survive and attack like this. He hissed orders that the women and children were to be evacuated with fifteen Dunedain to whatever stronghold and safe place could be found for them.
Aragorn stepped out, and as soon as he did, the Elves tried to turn him into a walking pincushion. He sighed as he stepped back and ordered the archers to start firing. The Rangers were so well hidden that the Elves didn't hit one. The battle was quickly over. All the Elves lived, the Rangers had shot to disable. The Rangers grabbed their things and what arrows they couldn't find of their own, they stole from the Elves. Hey, the Elves were trying to kill them! They had to be able to defend themselves! Then they ran for it, following the women and children. Aragorn broke off from the crowd, though. He had business to attend to elsewhere.
A few days later, Aragorn sat w/ his Ranger hood up, lookin' all Strider-y and mysterious. . . Ouch. Yummy. Sorry.
Finally he gave up and stood. He walked outside. Yes there is a point to this. As he walked outside, he was hit four different times. The first three had him staggering, the fourth knocked him over completely. He was pissed that he'd been attacked: he was even more pissed at the fact that he hadn't known it was coming.
"STRIDER!" four voices shouted in unison and he knew why he was being attacked and why he hadn't known it was coming.
"Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo! Where did you lot come from?" he greeted and inquired.
"We came from your darkest, most evil nightmare," Pippin said quite seriously, earning a smile and a laugh from everyone present.
"No, relations between the Shire and Bree have been better since the War," Frodo said. "However, we're heading to Rivendell, and had hoped to find a guide. None seem to know the way, however."
"Hey, Strider can take us!" Merry said excitedly. "Just like old times, right Strider?"
Aragorn thought about it. There wasn't really anyone, bar Elves who never showed up in Bree, who could take them where they wanted to go. There was also the war to think about. He knew, though, he'd already made up his mind.
"Just like old times," he told them, smiling. Or something like them.
AthenaPeter: The chapter you reviewed was the prologue. I don't know it you read further, so I can't say anything but I think that there is more conversations. Characterizations are touch for me to do right, except for my own characters or when I'm deliberately screwing around with them. And what are you talking about, 'the soul-change thing'? I don't understand what you mean. The reincarnation?
da Twickstar: Yes, Aragorn's been reincarnated as an Elf. This is mostly because it's so rarely done and I wanna be special! I'm sorry if that's confusing, but there's something in the future of the story that this works out very well for! ^_- Um. . .Even though he's an Elf, he looks the same as he did in the movie, beard and all.
Um, pretty much everybody's been reincarnated. Saruman, Sauron, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam. . .everyone. Some never died, some have been reborn. They all look the same as in the movie! You know, Sam with his slight, adorable chubbiness, Frodo w/ his big, pretty, baby blues, Merry and Pippin w/ their crazy Hobbit hair, Saruman w/ his freaky nails, scary face, and girly hair. Gandalf's isn't girly though!!!! Gandalf's is cool! So is Legolas's and Elrond's and Aragorn's! Oh yeah, Boromir's alive too!
Thank you both for reviewing! And now, on with the story!
"Attack! We're under attack!" The alarm went up and every Dunadan capable of wielding a weapon grabbed one and went to fight.
Aragorn sighed. Who was it this time? Rivendell, Lothlorien, Mirkwood, any combination of them, the Uruk-Hai of Isengard and the also reincarnated Saruman, or the Orcs of Mordor and the also newly reincarnated Sauron?
"It's Elves!" That ruled Sauron and Saruman out. Maybe he could reason with them. He grabbed Anduril and walked out to see.
"~Hold your fire!~" Aragorn called to the archers ready to pick off whoever they could. Aragorn took a look and groaned. There were so many! How could they survive and attack like this. He hissed orders that the women and children were to be evacuated with fifteen Dunedain to whatever stronghold and safe place could be found for them.
Aragorn stepped out, and as soon as he did, the Elves tried to turn him into a walking pincushion. He sighed as he stepped back and ordered the archers to start firing. The Rangers were so well hidden that the Elves didn't hit one. The battle was quickly over. All the Elves lived, the Rangers had shot to disable. The Rangers grabbed their things and what arrows they couldn't find of their own, they stole from the Elves. Hey, the Elves were trying to kill them! They had to be able to defend themselves! Then they ran for it, following the women and children. Aragorn broke off from the crowd, though. He had business to attend to elsewhere.
A few days later, Aragorn sat w/ his Ranger hood up, lookin' all Strider-y and mysterious. . . Ouch. Yummy. Sorry.
Finally he gave up and stood. He walked outside. Yes there is a point to this. As he walked outside, he was hit four different times. The first three had him staggering, the fourth knocked him over completely. He was pissed that he'd been attacked: he was even more pissed at the fact that he hadn't known it was coming.
"STRIDER!" four voices shouted in unison and he knew why he was being attacked and why he hadn't known it was coming.
"Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo! Where did you lot come from?" he greeted and inquired.
"We came from your darkest, most evil nightmare," Pippin said quite seriously, earning a smile and a laugh from everyone present.
"No, relations between the Shire and Bree have been better since the War," Frodo said. "However, we're heading to Rivendell, and had hoped to find a guide. None seem to know the way, however."
"Hey, Strider can take us!" Merry said excitedly. "Just like old times, right Strider?"
Aragorn thought about it. There wasn't really anyone, bar Elves who never showed up in Bree, who could take them where they wanted to go. There was also the war to think about. He knew, though, he'd already made up his mind.
"Just like old times," he told them, smiling. Or something like them.